Once again, the dogs-boys-Avengers, have set off the fire alarm in the wee hours of the morning. As the alarms blare, Hill and Coulson are on their feet yelling orders, landing the helicarrier in the ocean, readying lifeboats, anything but who knows what's going to happen this time. Has the Hulk been awakened? Is there acid in Rogger's eyes? Has Thor eaten multiple tray of pot brownies again and has summoned lightning to just show off? As they lead the last grunt onto the deck, Hill turns to Coulson and smirks. "Ten bucks this time it was Stark's fault."
Coulson laughs dryly and rolls his eyes. "It's always Stark's fault. This is why we should just ban him from the helicarrier."
Hill allows herself a laugh and adjusts the starting to calm down kitten clinging to body. "We both know that will never happen. He'll just hack into the systems and cause problems. It's better to keep an eye on him here sometimes and let him play with his friends."
"I just wish they wouldn't behave like little children."
"You've watched every episode of Supernanny. If they behaved like children, we could handle them."
The two are laughing quietly to themselves and cooing to their shared kitten when they realize they have been on the deck for a solid ten minutes in their own little bubble with an audience. Every single member of SHIELD is watching them, and the two quickly realize why.
While everyone has slept in their uniforms or at least a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt, Coulson is in nothing but a pair of boxers that resemble Captain America's shield and his shoes and Hill is wearing the tee shirt that matched the boxers and her boots. Agent is curled up on Hill's shoulder, and both Hill and Coulson's hair are messes.
Fury shakes and turns away, but the Avengers team is still watching, wide eyed. Both agents and their cat just stare back blankly, daring anyone to say anything, and it seems like no one will try, although Clint and Natasha are secretly laughing hysterically.
Hill and Coulson are almost in the clear when one person pipes up.
"You guys were having a pajama party and didn't invite me?"
The next day, Tony's bed reeks of cat urine, and Hill and Coulson treat Agent to a new squeaky mouse toy and cat treats.